Murder For Hire lyrics

Yeah, this how we get rich, for all the mothafuckin thug niggas, niggas

Get bodied, some niggas snitch, knowwhatimsayin? throughout the world

Its the thugs, the laws of nature, this is how we eat, dont ever try

To take food from a starving man, hes goin at you.



Verse 1:

It was a murder contract on these cats that owe

They tried workin for the boss, never brung back dough

So I chose to hit em

The reward was four million

Two if I hit a bitch or any small children

Check it, they had a picture of the first cat

He out in bx, I know where he rest and where to search at

So Im right there, Im peeped duke in jerry rice gear

Came from behind, put the shine to his ear

Took a snap shot, brought that back, collect the chips

Half a million knocked off before we talk about the next hit

The next flic was a older cat

He had a short arm, crippled at birth but still he hold a gat

Bachelor, placin his bets up in aqueduct

First of the month some how he stayed rackin up

I reached first, he started backin up

Stopped to reach for his piece, I squeezed, he never got to duck

I hit him dead in his chest, eternal fire

Returnin for the chips when its murder for hire.



Verse 2:

I got a knack for this

Bodyin shit, escape miraculous

Exchange money for death, they cant tax the chips

I got trapped by a bad bitch

The contracts on my own head, she actin like she catcholic

Met her on some high class shit

Halftime, watchin the knicks against the mavericks, my g was average

Skip that, she took me back to where she live at

Stripped and gave me mad head, Im bout to push her shit back

We pulled our guns at the same time

The same frame of mind

I told her to chill

Relax, unload the steel

Heres the plan for us

I know the perfect man to bust

They call him top dog

Weak links need to be popped off

Hes hard to reach, I know a friend that know a friend

That could get him on the phone for a fee, a quick ten

The next victim, we both could hit em

Catch him while he sleepin, when he wakes up the lord is wit em.



Sometimes it happens in the streets, sometimes it happens in the crib,

You cant escape death.



Verse 3:

A week went by and Im losin sleep

They sent niggas out to get me so now I gotta move with heat

Persuin beef, while hearin stories untrue

Nowhere to run to, seein my face on newyork one news

High profile crime, shit caught on tape

With no ski mask so therefore Im takin all the weight

Shortys wit me and she tryin to thug it

Makin me paranoid, seducin me like michael douglass

Mad stressed, back to back cigarettes

Fuck it, honey got chips, skip duke, she could get it next

I need to trust you

You could be the brain, Ill be the muscle

One false move and ima bust you

Kissed her on the cheek before I dicked her to sleep

Told her we gettin closer we can get him this week

Be she never awoke to see a niggas face

I skipped town with her bread, her head spread across the pillow case.



Leavin them bitches where they lay, I dont got no time to love them

Hoes, money come first, money and murder, we were raised off this shit,

You cant escape it, its on every street, every corner, Id rather get

Paid for this shit.